Quotes from Lynsay Sands

Where did your clothes go?

The best and worst of life all rolled into one incident," Mildrede said sadly. "Life never seems to be able to give you one without the other.

Why would I regret bedding a man I have come to love? she asked....

You introduced me to the innkeeper as your wife. Make love to me like a husband would.

It seemed she would marry, be a wife to this unknown Scot, the mother of his children, and lady of his people . . . Lord save them all. R

And you can't let him shake and bake Nicholas." Thomas rolled his eyes. "It's staked and baked, Jo. We aren't pork chops.

Does Roxy sleep with you, or should I take her downstairs?" "Oh, no. She sleeps with me," Valerie said, glancing to Roxy herself. "Lucky dog," he murmured and caught her surprised glance before he stepped out and pulled the door closed.

At least you know about Jean-Luc and Heather, don't you. Nay. I was shuffled off to a remote island for four months. I believe that's what mortals do with their unwanted Christmas fruitcakes.

It's every woman's nightmare. Waking up in a sexy man's bed only to find he doesn't want you? Definitely a nightmare.

Your face is lined with beauty from laughter and tears

One piece of cake in your life is better than never having any.

To her mind, a good cop was worth their weight in gold, but every profession had their bad apples, and bad cops could do more damage than your average dirtbag criminal. She felt no regret or guilt over what she did.

There was nothing soft or serene about his appearance, nothing small and dainty. Ross was huge and rough-looking, a walking wall of muscle-rippling, spicy-smelling, rumbling-voiced man. He

It was her experience that there were different kinds of people in the world; those who got kicked by life and kicked back, those who were kicked and turned to kick someone else, and those who were kicked and kicked themselves for it. She admired those who kicked back, and could live with those who kicked themselves, but Eshe had no time for those who were kicked and turned around and kicked someone else.

She didn't mind fish-and-chip-type fish, but she had never cared for the fishy flavor some fish had and that fish down on the table in the kitchen had looked pretty fishy to her.

ballocking when

She'd found it was always best to live in the here and now rather than waste time with past events or what she couldn't have and what could have been. Mind you, living in the here and now wasn't always easy, but she did her best.

Claray had not been made to spend her life on her knees in prayer. The lass had too much passion in her for that. So, he would marry her, reclaim his name, title and home and set to work filling her belly with bairns. The thought made him smile, and imagining all the ways to accomplish the task of filling her belly, all the positions and places he could do so, helped pass the time as they continued their ride through the long day and the evening that followed.

Bastien still felt empty. Blood wasn't what he was hungry for. What he yearned for. What he really wanted was someone of his own. Someone to complete him. He wanted to belong to someone. To someone who could accept his differences and embrace him with them. He wanted unconditional love. More to the point, he wanted Terri's unconditional love.

Besides, her abuela had always said mistakes were part of living, and the important thing was to learn from the mistakes you made so you didn't make them twice, and to forgive yourself for those mistakes, as well as others for the mistakes they made. She said not forgiving led to bitterness, and a bitter heart was good for nothing.

The unfairness of it all was rather depressing. Not only did men get to enjoy sex, which from all accounts was painful for the woman, but they didn't have to suffer monthly bleeding, or push huge babies out into the world from their own bodies, which was not only painful but often killed the woman. Truly, it did seem to her that women often got the short end of the stick in life. The

I was attacked? I thought I just ran into a tree." "Aye, ye did," he acknowledged. "But when yer squawking woke me up, someone was chasing ye." "Squawking?" she asked with affront. "I do not squawk, husband." His mouth worked briefly and he turned away for another pseudo cough, but then nodded solemnly. "I meant scream. When yer screaming woke me up." "Hmmm

I'd rather lose her from my life, but know she was alive and well than lose her altogether to death.

Eshe, I want to spend my life with you." "Good," she whispered back. "That was the plan.